Longing For His kiss

by Sherri Hayes

  She reached for a towel as she stepped out of the shower and began mentally cataloguing what she had in her closet. There was a midnight blue dress that was kind of sexy, and a green and black skirt she could pair with a corset. The skirt wasn’t overly short, but it did hug her curves.

  Wrapping the towel around her torso, she headed into her bedroom. It would be so much easier if Alexander was there. He’d tell her exactly what she should wear and she wouldn’t have to be worrying about it.

  Thinking about Alexander had her picking up her cell to see how much time she had before he was due to arrive. It ended up being a good thing she checked her phone because he’d sent her a text fifteen minutes ago.

  Wear something comfortable tonight. You will be changing at the club. – Alexander

  Well, she guessed that solved that problem. She quickly typed back to let him know she’d gotten his message.

  Yes, Sir. – Grace

  So instead of worrying so much about finding the right club outfit, Grace spent a little extra time making sure everything else was perfect. She shaved and trimmed her pubic hair, did a swift pass over her legs with a razor, and plucked some unruly hairs from her eyebrows.

  When she was satisfied with her grooming, she went back to her closet and selected her favorite jeans. They fit her like a glove and made her backside look really good. She hoped he liked them.

  At six she opened her door to Alexander and let him inside. He closed the door behind him, and then raked his gaze over her figure before making eye contact. “Have I seen you in those jeans before?”

  “Once, I think.”

  He motioned with his finger that she should turn around.

  Grace obediently faced away from him, secretly pleased at his reaction. She sucked in a breath when she felt his hand cup her ass. He massaged the soft flesh before going lower. With gentle pressure that only made her want more, he ran two fingers up and down the seam between her legs.

  His breath ghosted over her ear as he leaned in. “I like these jeans a lot. You should wear them more often.”

  She swallowed as the ache inside began to build. “Yes, Sir.”

  Then his hands and his breath were gone. “We need to get going. I want to get to Serpent’s Kiss by seven.”

  He removed her coat from the closet and held it out for her while she put it on. Kurt used to do that for her as well. It was something so small and she hadn’t realized she’d missed that part of being taken care of, but she did. He even pulled her hair out from the collar for her. “Thank you, Sir.”

  Alexander grinned and opened the door.

  They ended up having dinner at a Mexican restaurant. Neither one of them had ever been there before, but it was good. Nothing out of this world amazing, but it had the usual standard fare.

  Dinner did, however, take them longer than anticipated and they didn’t pull into the parking lot outside Serpent’s Kiss until almost seven thirty. She knew he had wanted to be there earlier, but she saw no sign of agitation. He seemed to just accept it.

  He came around to help her out of the car before reaching into the back seat to retrieve his cane and a bag. She guessed the bag contained whatever she was to wear.

  There was a different girl manning the coatroom tonight. She greeted them when they entered and took their coats. “Enjoy your evening.”

  The first thing Grace noticed when they walked into the club was that there were a lot more people there tonight than there had been last night. She wondered if it was like that everywhere—where Saturday nights were busier than Friday nights—or if this was an anomaly.

  Grace didn’t get a lot of time to contemplate that before Alexander handed her the bag. “You know where the locker rooms are?”

  She nodded. “Katrina . . . Mistress Katrina showed me during my tour.”

  He didn’t seem overly bothered by her slip. It was playtime. Titles mattered. “I’ll be at the bar getting us some waters. Come find me when you’ve changed.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  The locker rooms were at the back of the club, which meant she had to maneuver her way through the main floor of the club in order to get to them. A few people nodded in her direction as she weaved her way through the crowd, but no one spoke to her. In any other setting that might seem odd, but here it didn’t. Especially if they’d seen her come in with Alexander.

  She passed through the bathroom to the women’s locker room. Metal lockers lined one wall. Grace placed her bag on a bench in front of one of the empty lockers and began removing her clothes.

  “You’re Grace, right?”

  Grace had already removed her shirt and bra, leaving her standing there topless, but she didn’t want to be impolite and ignore the woman. “Yeah.” Grace cleared her throat, resisting the urge to cover up. “Yes. I’m Grace.”

  The woman held out her hand. “I’m Ali. We met last night.” At Grace’s confused look, the woman added, “I was in the lobby. I took your coat.”

  At that, it clicked. “Oh yes. Yes. I remember.”

  “Anyway, I just wanted to say hi and welcome you to the club. I know it can be somewhat overwhelming at first, but it really is a great place. Mistress Katrina makes sure of it.”

  “Thanks.”

  “I’ll let you get back to changing. I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble with your Dom.” Ali winked.

  Her reference to Alexander had her wondering. “Does everyone already know I have a Dom, then?” Not that she minded, but they’d only been there one night.

  Ali chuckled. “Pretty much. You’ll find that word travels fast around here.” With that, Ali was off.

  Grace shook her head and went back to what she was doing. She finished removing her clothes and went to see what was inside the bag.

  There was a blue skirt—if it could be called that. Grace held it up against her waist. It barely teased her thighs. There was no way it could cover her butt, at least not completely. The top wasn’t much better. It was a lace corset. She already knew her nipples would be visible.

  Trying not to think about it, she put on the outfit. It was what Alexander wanted and she would be a good sub and do as he asked. Besides, she had said she wanted to seduce him.

  Taking a look in the mirror, she figured this might do it. She’d been right about the skirt. The bottom curve of her ass was exposed. He hadn’t given her any panties and knew better than to put on the ones she’d been wearing. That meant anytime she bent over her pussy would be on display.

  Thinking about that did the opposite of what she’d expected. She could already feel herself getting wet.

  Grace pressed her thighs together, giving herself a little friction, but it did nothing to ease the ache she was experiencing. She knew better than to do more than that. Her Dom would not be pleased if she made herself orgasm.

  Placing her things, along with the now empty bag, into the locker, Grace took the key and headed out into the club to find Alexander. She tried to ignore the looks she got as she made her way over to the bar. It made her want to pull her skirt down, but then she remembered there was nothing to pull down.

  Alexander sat at one end of the bar, chatting with someone. Their backs were turned, so she was a few feet away when he spotted her. A smile that was full of pride graced his features. As uncomfortable as she was, Grace was happy she’d pleased him.

  The man turned and she realized it was Justin. He gave her a once-over and she didn’t miss the male appreciation in his eyes.

  “Grace.” Alexander held out his hand, beckoning her to his side.

  She took his hand and he nudged her between his thighs, her ass pressed against his groin, as he resumed his conversation with Justin. They were talking about cars. From the sound of it, Justin ran or owned his own mechanics shop. Grace knew nothing about cars, as was evident in her having to call Alexander when her battery died.

  As time went on, Alexander’s hands began to creep. At first it was a brush of her leg. Then it was more deliberate as he dipped
his fingers up under her skirt and began playing with her right there in front of Justin.

  ***

  Grace had marked exhibitionism as a soft limit on her paperwork, but after getting her off the night before, Alexander had a feeling she was more into other people watching than she thought she was. He’d been teasing her for the last twenty minutes as he talked to Justin, priming her, and Justin was enjoying the show.

  She let out a soft purr when he finally touched her and tilted her hips up toward his fingers. Alexander used his other hand to steady her hips. He wasn’t ready for her to come quite yet.

  “How long have you had your shop?” Alexander asked, acting as if he wasn’t fingering his girl’s wet pussy.

  “It’ll be eight years in March.” Justin kept glancing down. “I’m thinking about opening up a new location about an hour outside of the city, but I haven’t found the perfect location.”

  “I understand. I’ve recently started looking for an office building. Once my license processes through the state I want to get a practice up and running. Pushing papers all day isn’t my idea of fun.”

  Justin lifted his glass. “I hear that. I detest paperwork, but unfortunately it’s a necessary evil of being a business owner.”

  Alexander curled his fingers upward, grazing Grace’s G-spot. She dug her nails into his thigh, causing him to harden more than he already was. “Why don’t you hire an office manager? Help take some of the pressure off.” At the word pressure, he shifted his hand again so with each stroke he was applying pressure to her clit. He heard her suck in a breath and her chest began to rise and fall rapidly. She was getting close.

  “I may have to look into that, but for now I’m focused on expanding.”

  “Daniel’s in real estate. Have you spoken to him?” Alexander asked as he continued to torture the woman in his arms. The sounds coming out of her were making it difficult to concentrate on anything but her.

  “No, but that’s a good idea.”

  Grace’s nails were digging holes in Alexander’s jeans and her nipples looked as if they were hard against their lace confines. He wanted to take them between his lips and suck on them until he heard her scream.

  He ran the tip of his tongue along the rim of her ear, and then gave it a playful bite. “Would you like to come, gattina?”

  “Yes. Yes, Sir,” she said, her chest heaving.

  Alexander inched her skirt up a little more, exposing her completely to Justin before continuing his assault on her clit. “Justin’s going to watch your pretty pussy come for me, so don’t hold back. Show him how much you like it when I fuck you with my fingers.”

  Grace sucked in a harsh breath as he gave up any pretense of teasing. She bucked her hips and threw her head back against Alexander’s shoulder. He felt her inner muscles clench and release several times before a whine rose from her throat as she came.

  Justin wasn’t the only one to witness Grace’s orgasm, but other than a smirk or two from a few Doms and an envious look from a couple of nearby subs, everyone else in the club continued with what they were doing. It wasn’t as if a sub being made to come on the main floor of the club was unusual. Serpent’s Kiss was a kink club after all.

  Alexander removed his fingers and reached for a napkin from the bar. As he was wiping the evidence of Grace’s orgasm from his hands, Brandon placed a fresh bottle of water in front of him. “I figured the lady might be thirsty.”

  Grace heard Brandon and opened her eyes. It was clear by the look on his face that he’d enjoyed the show. Alexander saw the blush begin to rise on her cheeks.

  “There’s no reason to be embarrassed, Grace,” Justin said. “That was lovely to watch.”

  “He’s right,” Brandon assured her. “There isn’t anything better than watching a woman truly lose herself in pleasure.”

  Alexander twisted the lid off the water bottle and handed it to Grace. She took it and brought it to her lips, not responding to Justin or Brandon’s comments. He could tell they were both highly amused by her shyness. He had to admit it was extremely appealing. Even more so since minutes ago she’d been coming on his hand, not caring who was watching. It was only when the haze of her arousal faded that her timid nature took hold again.

  Eventually Brandon got called away and Justin excused himself, leaving them alone. She continued to sip her water, her eyes downcast.

  “Talk to me.”

  “You like making me come when others are watching.” She spoke the words so softly he barely heard them.

  He made her stand up and turned her to face him. “Yes, I do. And you like it, too.” Alexander dared her to deny it.

  She picked at the label on her water bottle. “I’ve never . . . before.”

  “You’ve never been made to orgasm in front of other people before or you’ve never wanted to?” he asked.

  It took her a moment to answer. “Both.”

  Alexander took the bottle of water from her hand and placed it on the bar before pulling her against him. He slipped his hand under her skirt and palmed her ass. “I’ve never made a sub come before an audience either before last night.”

  Her eyes widened. He’d shocked her. Well, there were a lot of things she didn’t know about him just as there were many things he didn’t know about her. They had time to figure it out. He didn’t plan on going anywhere.

  “Then why . . .”

  “Last night was an experiment of sorts. You’d put it on your list as a soft limit and it was something I was curious about. Seeing you so worked up watching that couple made me want to test the waters. I’d half expected you to use your safeword.” He’d been almost certain of it. How wrong he’d been.

  “It didn’t even cross my mind.” He could tell how hard it was for her to admit that.

  He grinned and rubbed his thumb along the side of her face. “I know.”

  Her blush, which had been fading, bloomed once again.

  Alexander chuckled. She was too adorable when she was like this. “Go to the locker room and get your things. I’m taking you home.”

  He released her and she took a step backward. “Do you want me to change?”

  “No. Leave your outfit on. I’ll remove it later.”

  She nodded and hurried off to the locker room. It was only a little after nine. The night was still young. He’d thought about staying, taking her upstairs and getting a room, but he figured he’d pushed her enough for one night. Besides, he was ready to have some alone time with her. He had some boundaries of his own that needed pushing.

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  Chapter 17

  Grace still couldn’t believe she’d done that. And even more amazing was that she’d enjoyed it. The embarrassment had only kicked in later. It hadn’t even occurred to her to use her safeword. Not once.

  That didn’t, however, make it any easier exiting the club and knowing everyone had been watching her. Even Ali, the woman who’d introduced herself to Grace in the locker room, waved goodbye to her from across the room with a knowing smile.

  Alexander helped her into his car, making sure she was covered. Not only would it be indecent exposure, but it was also quite chilly. She huddled in her coat as he drove through the downtown streets toward her house. A few miles from their destination, he turned the heat on full blast.

  “Thanks.” She held her hands up to the vents, trying to warm up.

  He reached over and squeezed her knee in response. The gesture had her body beginning to warm in a complete different way. It didn’t matter that there had been nothing sexual about it. Her body reacted to his touch.

  Like the night before, Alexander waited for her to unlock the door and then followed her into her house. It didn’t feel odd at all for him to be there, and the way he casually hung up both their coats spoke to how comfortable he was as well. Realizing that brought her up a little short.

  “What is it?” he asked when he noticed her staring.

  “Sorry. I was just
thinking how comfortable it feels having you here.”

  He closed the small distance between them and ran his hands up and down the outsides of her arms. “Does that upset you?”

  “It should,” she whispered. Then she met his gaze and asked, “Shouldn’t it?”

  Alexander brought his hands up to cup her face. “There’s no wrong answer here, Grace. You feel how you feel.”

  They didn’t appear to be playing now. This wasn’t a Dom talking to his sub. This was Alexander being there for her and helping her deal with the complicated emotions that kept bubbling up inside like he had from that first day. She had no idea why he put up with her. Without thinking about anything else except what she wanted in that moment, Grace rose on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.

  Her eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze as she pulled back. Alexander eased his palms up her arms, following the curve of her neck until he bracketed her face with his hands. He rubbed his thumbs along her cheeks several times before bringing his mouth down to cover hers.

  Unlike her chaste peck on the lips, his kiss was firm and demanding. Her Dom was back. He held her face in the exact position he desired as he took what he wanted. Grace forgot about everything else and allowed herself to get lost in his kiss.

  It ended as abruptly as it had started it. He released his hold on her so quickly she struggled to keep herself upright. “Upstairs. Now.”

  Grace only paused for a moment to catch her breath before scurrying up the stairs. She didn’t waste any time upon entering her bedroom before taking up position on the floor, making sure her legs were spread wide so he would know she was ready and willing for whatever he had in store.

  Several minutes passed. She heard him moving around downstairs, most likely making sure everything was locked up tight. Grace hoped that meant he planned on spending the night again. When she finally heard him on the stairs, her heart began pounding in her ears. She focused on taking deep, calming breaths, trying to get herself in the correct mindset.

  The sound of his footfalls stopped when he reached her bedroom. She knew he could see her kneeling there, waiting for him, but he didn’t approach her. Not right away.